Chorus: this is for the lovers this is for the haters this is for the fans and the ones that want to fade us WordChurch: Hey thanks for the love but I taste the hate Your feelings you can't hide I've seen it in your face But that's your choice I won't let it bring me down Because I see whats given and deal it back out Friends acts fake and so can I The smile that you give or the hello goodbyes Could all be an act but won't let it hinder My music speaks my mind I fall like September You change your colors more often than the leaves Been held at a distance so I moved further off But my voice echos loudly do you hear it when we speak No stop to given we move without permission So Chorus: this is for the lovers this is for the haters this is for the fans and the ones that want to fade us

Chorus: Please hear me can you hear me please listen Please hear me can’t you hear me please listen You Don't hear me you can hear me don't listen You Don't hear me you can't hear me don't listen WordChurch: I've laid out the facts to be feeding upon lies Now I'm honest with myself but never have i tried To open up Pandora's box inside of the cube i define The efforts I've described to be willing to sacrifice Another relation standard on leverage i do banter The gander of aperture can i throw a lance at her I don't want to laugh and steer but i lack the atmosphere To demand the atlas fear that i will track this back you So gamble with the traction fool i swordplay with attitude I would rather stab a brute then act as if I'm casual The actual is lacking tools damage views the factual Couldn't degraded my passion fuel watch this rocket passing you I am of the action few won't bother even asking choose Never do i act confused until this spirit is consumed Without a taper i’m willing to prove that i can execute Well this suffrage of self was just another play to destitute

WordChurch: I believe knowledge is truth and truth defines me Power over presence don't presume what to be Go with the grain i don't roll with that frame Of mind well in fact it's time To get out the page and learn another lesson Life's been askew but stop I'll to ask questions For lessons the never learned unless i keep on my toes Nothing's ever earned unless i roll with the blows So I go with control and know what i know I'll trust in my thoughts for they come from my soul The belief in my heart is conceived in my art It’s steps taken forward so begin let’s start

WordChurch: You played the role of the beauty bearing the teeth Gilded in glitter ensnaring the beast Yet the feast of this ego bleeds from a sequel Feats seem unequal you drink that of evil Etched in blood bonded by no act A game of sin why you're leading the pack You react to reaction with that of enactment The facts lay the facets groomed to the tragic How I do manage to fasten sympathy That was built from these daggers stabbing empathy Medley troubling memories of confusion Confessing illusion a broken institution Retribution is solution to follow Division from the words you wear the mask of sleepy hollow yet i swallow this pride no longer rely on this effort of mistrust don’t say that you missed us

Chorus: So begin the day with this awakening it’s the only way in this vacancy well it’s plain to see inside the puzzle your picture of another fighting the struggle So begin the day with this awakening it’s the only way in this vacancy well it’s plain to see inside the puzzle your picture of another fighting the struggle Wordchurch: I’m the shadow of a man i used to know yes the portrait was clear but i refused grow so let me take a second to remind myself you're the only one that can take control of yourself of your life don’t give into night it’s another chapter and i’m taking my time so glide to the rhythm i feel it in my beat i’m a beast alive see me walk the streets it’s the deep end leaving watch as i’m breathing no way back unless i’m sinking no way to act unless i’m dreaming dreaming of another mind another day another trail to fight this awaking has made me made me matter matter to me and that’s all that really matters so fuck your judgement i’m keeping my pride for i’m the apple of my father and i’m growing in strides Chorus: So begin the day with this awakening it’s the only way in this vacancy well it’s plain to see inside the puzzle your picture of another fighting the struggle So begin the day with this awakening it’s the only way in this vacancy well it’s plain to see inside the puzzle your picture of another fighting the struggle

WordChurch: It's a wonderful day to feel this CO breeze It's not like any other place from to west to the east It's Colorado baby we were born unique Mountain grown seedlings we can't hardly breathe We got mile high cities and authentic castles No hassles unless you're stuck in traffic pass it Not passive rather into action sports It's a trial by fire and we being torch So don’t drop it Mrock will you pass the douj Where in the state of progression yeah we like to toke Won’t choke on the smoke inhale the dope Exhale these quotes on this beat by kove

Chorus: She's alive inside of the vision a ghost of the dream Defined is the repetition to the hope of your being To be kind to your exposition I'm choking the king I've relied on the definition now I'm gone with the breeze She's alive inside of the vision a ghost of the dream Defined is the repetition to the hope of your being To be kind to your exposition I'm choking the king I've relied on the definition now I'm gone with the breeze Mrock: Chorus: She's alive inside of the vision a ghost of the dream Defined is the repetition to the hope of your being To be kind to your exposition I'm choking the king I've relied on the definition now I'm gone with the breeze She's alive inside of the vision a ghost of the dream Defined is the repetition to the hope of your being To be kind to your exposition I'm choking the king I've relied on the definition now I'm gone with the breeze WordChurch: Now there's an image in head of a profound beauty Never have i seen her but when i close my eyes Is the presence of this being smiling in my mind I wish we could speak conversate unwind Be defined by the time spent underneath the stars I wanna hold your hand i imagine that your sweet Sensitive and honest can you be complete Your an Angel from the sky yes I'm seeking release But the facts aren't so simple I'm not able speak (no) Even if i seen you I'd be facing defeat (so) I wouldn't want to soil the moment when i finally found dream I'm the demon though i reason and I'd rather walk evening solo No way to atone in the shadows i roam i’m living alone inside of my shell yet i’m reaching for a home a journey along the struggle written confessing secrets posed yes this search is among the thorns well can i ever find the rose Chorus: She's alive inside of the vision a ghost of the dream Defined is the repetition to the hope of your being To be kind to your exposition I'm choking the king I've relied on the definition now I'm gone with the breeze She's alive inside of the vision a ghost of the dream Defined is the repetition to the hope of your being To be kind to your exposition I'm choking the king I've relied on the definition now I'm gone with the breeze

WordChurch: Come creep with me I'm out to stock the streets I was once a born man but know I'm munching beats As an undead preacher yes a zombie that is me I'm alive inside but only hunger for this dream It's a notion that I'm holding no devotion to commotion I build past decisions that caused soul constriction I've awakened with mind's eye self education No more hesitation only reckless motivation It's a degree of heavy metal attack React without thought of relapse to the mass we adapt Won't ever relax intact in fact we act without Proper perversions the visions the mission So hold on to these nightmare's Well it’s quite clear that you fear the feeling of fight The rhythm of the what might be don’t deny me I insight the beast of release time to feast on the meek That’s the weak don’t you breathe

WordChurch: Still water runs beneath these feet Wash away my soul with efforts of defeat Yet the feat of the feature feeds on the teacher The teaching is reaching a critical mass No relapsing only passing the passion Of the fight don't wanna rely on my spite So inside of the chamber is the bullet to my gun Now I’ll pull the trigger to erase the sun Do i travel alone inside of these thoughts No reflection only motives to release This blinding control this hold of disease Thus told is the story relying on speech So i seek out myself inside of these lines Defined by my actions written in blood A test of agony was living in love But i’m loving alive until i bleed out dry

WordChurch: So think you know me well do you really yourself That's the question of the answer and I'm coming without The feeling to fight the reason to spite Despite all i try I'm willing to cry Inside of this demise So these demon days are breaking away I'll never be your flavor Yes I'm selfish with my wager and I'll always be the player I'm no savior just the major of these mixed emotions For the ocean it is potent but does it bear the potion Why my focus it hopeless and I'm never content Yet message in bottle always leaves me questing For the question of your essence can you feed me blessings From your hands to your the face I'll take your presence I wanna know your feelings will they take me to your soul So Lead me to your heart and i will grab ahold Yes I'm a pro at control i put effort into words It's absurd but as you've heard i have nothing you can gain Mrock: This hollowed out husk of a man never rusting at hand just a tinman chopping taking heart's Never tear but the fear is that this here will one day fall apart Got a screw loose and I'm picky too choose always betting too loose setting the rules Never know what you got till it's gone so until that day we just use Abusing and bruising egos piercing depth deep like needles Know this lust is one day to the next til it's oops where did she go And now my head hurts as much as my heart but can't tell 'em apart Looking for a light at the end of the tunnel only finding trouble settling for sparks Flicks and flashes distracted path video playback memories of past The mind can get stuck on rewind sometimes other times it moves way too fast Blazin a trail my own personal hell dark side of my mind in this dungeon I dwell But no one's know of the beauty this beast keeps trapped deep within his cell Fell for that line one too many times now I fall due to my own mind Inclined to find that I'm of the savage and heartless kind Decline dement this was never intent... but oh well oh hell there you go another ghost lost in them lines of lament